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   "Shut up." I hissed.  "I don't want to hear another word out of you
until Ruth gets back, otherwise it'll be bath time again, understand?"

   She nodded miserably and to reinforce my contempt I rested my feet on
her as a sort of footstool and for the rest of our time on our own the only
noise in the house was the television with a small amount of background
sobbing.

   About an hour and a half later I heard a key turn in the door announcing
Ruth's return, I smiled wickedly as I dug my feet into Charlotte's body. 
"Now we'll have some fun." I grinned.  She, in reply, only whimpered.

   "Hi Suze." Ruth said as she came through the door carrying 2 bags. 
"Just didn't seem to be able to get finished.  How's our little bitch
been?"

   "Fine." I yawned in a deliberately affected manner.  "I gave her a bath,
and in return she gave me a very good tonguing; and then we sat on the sofa
and she frigged me really well."

   Ruth raised her eyebrows.  "You untied her hands?" I laughed at her
slight tone of concern.  "Well, we had a bit of a talk about it while she
was in the bath, and let's just say she agreed to not try anything stupid."

   Ruth looked down at the teenager huddled under my feet, poking at her
with the toe of her right shoe.  "And when did she agree to become a piece
of furniture?"

   "Oh, she didn't.  She just pissed me off."

   Ruth laughed at this and leant over Charlotte to show me the contents of
her two bags; the first contained exactly what I'd asked her to buy for me,
the contents of the second made my heart flutter and my face clearly showed
it as Ruth raised her eyebrows again and smiled "Bet you thought I'd
forgotten." I had to admit that I had.

   Now we both knew what the evening held we hurried through the motions of
the day.  I threw a bath-robe on and scurried off to the kitchen to prepare
the meal for the evening while Ruth dragged Charlotte onto the sofa for an
aggressive groping and fondling session.

   I could hear the groans, squeals and whimpers from the kitchen as I was
trying to hurry the omelettes along but found the `soundtrack' so erotic
that I slipped a hand inside my robe just to caress my pussy.

   A few minutes later I decided I had to interrupt the `love-birds'. 
"Supper's ready you two.  Charlotte, will you leave Ruth alone for one
minute, please."

   Seconds afterwards the pair appeared in the doorway; Charlotte looking
suitably distressed as she was pushed forwards by Ruth who was grinning
like a Cheshire Cat as she smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs.

   Yet again we went through the pantomime of feeding Charlotte as if she
was a baby, cooing with excitement as each mouthful went in; childish in
many ways, I know, but I think it just reinforced our feelings of total
dominance over this 13 year olds life and her complete subjugation to that
dominance.

   After supper, I just left the plates, cutlery and pans in the sink to
soak - I had a vague idea of what would happen to them - because we were
now on for the main event of the evening.

   We led the naked girl up the stairs again, Ruth leading the way
clutching the two bags, as I brought up the rear malevolently slapping
Charlotte's abused backside as she climbed the staircase ahead of me.

   "Suze, why don't you take Charlotte to the loo while I prepare things."
Ruth told me and I led the trembling teenager into the bathroom and watched
her as she very self-consciously sat on the toilet to pee.

   "What are you going to do to me?" She mumbled miserably as she sat
there.

   I laughed wickedly "We going to have the time of our lives with you my
darling."

   I led her back to the bedroom and locked the door behind us; on the bed
Ruth had laid out one of her surprises: a school-girl uniform.  She untied
Charlotte's wrist and, as the frightened teenager rubbed her sore and red
skin, told her to put it on.

   For a second the girl hesitated but one glance at our expressions
convinced her resistance was futile, and with a resigned, sullen face she
started to dress.

   Although it is very sexy watching a young girl get undressed, it is
equally sexy watching her get dressed in the first place, especially when
she's putting on such a fetishistic item as school uniform and doubly so
when the uniform in question is as sexy as this one.

   White knee high socks and navy-blue knickers were fairly orthodox but
the skirt was almost obscenely short; barely covering the girl's crotch and
so allowing a satisfying display of leg from the top of the socks.  The
blouse was a size too small for her so her breasts pushed hard against the
flimsy fabric and, as Charlotte did up the buttons with trembling fingers
tantalising glimpses of skin could be seen.  If every school-girl in the
country was dressed like that, I thought, I would have been arrested a long
time ago.

   "And the tie." Ruth snapped, nodding at the red strip of fabric left
lying on the bed by our captive and as Charlotte started to tie it around
her neck I let my eyes drink in the very erotic sight in front of me.

   "Where did you get this from?" I asked Ruth, knowing it had deliberately
been created for the sexual thrill of one person and the sexual subjugation
of another.

   "One of my friends designed it; she's a proper Headmistress with a bit
of a weakness for young girls.  She's been to the Home loads of times and
always brings this sort of thing for our playthings to dress up in."

   Charlotte was just standing in front of us, her hands trying in vain to
pull the skirt further down her legs, she was staring fixedly at the floor
in her humiliation.  Ruth blithely ignored her as she carried on about her
friend.

   "I'll have to introduce you to her some time, you have a lot in common;
she likes to make her girls cry too."

   "Does she do it to the girls at her school?" I asked, wondering how she
could get away with it.

   "No, she's too clever for that.  She doesn't even inflict that much pain
on the girls at the Home.  When she needs to she just hires a young thing
from my other friends, dresses them up like little Charlotte here and
really goes to town on them."

   I made a mental note to remind Ruth about introducing us, she sounded
like a woman after my own heart.

   "So when I got back to Cardiff this morning I remembered what you said
about bringing a uniform along so I went to see her, and this is what she
let us have.  I though you might like to carry on from where you got rudely
interrupted in Swansea." I smiled weakly as the memory of my terror came
back momentarily, but then I looked at the trembling school-girl standing
in front of me and my dark, depraved lust too over.  I walked up to her and
lifted her chin with my hand.  Fear was written large across her face.

   "You look so sexy, and I do so love sexy young things like you." I
whispered and brushed my other hand against her bare thigh, pressing my
finger tips against her skin before sliding them up, under her skirt and
feeling the cotton of her knickers.  I gripped the back of her neck and
pressed my lips onto hers, running my tongue over her firmly closed mouth
as she screwed up her face in revulsion.

   My hand under her skirt now moved round and I started to squeeze and
fondle her arse, first through her knickers, then after sliding my fingers
under the fabric, on the bare flesh of her buttocks.  I dug my nails in as
I grabbed a handful of her flesh and as she gasped with the pain I forced
my tongue into her mouth.  I pressed myself against her and as she
attempted to back away from me I forced her down onto the bed with me lying
completely top of her.

   I broke our kiss to laugh in her face a matter of inches from mine, my
fingers still squeezing and probing inside her knickers.  I pressed one
finger against her anus to see what reaction I got and she jolted as if I'd
run an electric current through her.  I was going to take a great deal of
pleasure in violating that virgin hole later.

   I showered Charlotte's face and neck with kisses and rolled off her so I
could pull her onto her side, this allowed me to slide my hand round to the
front of her knickers so that I could start sliding two fingers inside her
pussy.  I looked down and saw her flimsy, short skirt was rucked up around
her waist giving me a gorgeous view of her knickers stretching as my
fingers pushed roughly into her pussy.  I also took in how slight the girl
was in comparison to me.  This disparity merely made my own pussy squeeze
tighter; it brought home to me again that I could never go back to any sort
of `normal' lesbian relationship; all I wanted to do in a sexual sense was
abuse young girls, the more brutally the better.

   I started to tug her blouse from her skirt and pushed my other hand
inside it, popping a few buttons as I did so.  I pinched her nipples
between my finger and thumb, twisting the little buds and making Charlotte
squeal in pain.  Almost in a frenzy now I kissed her face and neck,
muttering about what a sexy little slut she was and how much she loved what
we were doing to her.

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth undressing, pushing her jeans
down with one hand while she stroked her breasts with the other, as turned
on as I was by the sight of the schoolgirl on the bed being abused.  As the
now naked Ruth climbed onto the bed, I let go of my grip on Charlotte as if
we tag-teaming her.  The girl seemed to be in a state of shock as Ruth
slipped her hands under her bottom to draw her knickers down her legs
before tossing them onto the floor.  She then, almost tenderly, kissed her
way up Charlotte's thighs alternating from one to the other before burying
her face in the girl's pussy.

   This seemed to shake Charlotte out of her semi-catatonic state and she
began to scream and struggle, she tried to push Ruth away, but the older
woman merely gripped the youngster's wrists and pushed them away.  She
didn't even look up from Charlotte's pussy as she did it, just kept on
licking away; years of experience of fellating reluctant youngsters ensured
that within a few minutes our captive endured a forced orgasm.

   I sensed what Ruth wanted me to do and I joined her on the bed and
started to undo the girl's tie and, as soon as Ruth lifted her glistening
face from between Charlotte's thighs I pulled the girl upright, pulled her
arms behind her and bound her wrists very tightly together with the red
tie, making her wince in agony.

   "Good work" Ruth murmured as she knelt back on her calves and ran her
hands up and under the girl's short skirt, squeezing her thighs.  "That was
a nice orgasm I gave you, wasn't it?"

   Charlotte didn't reply to this rhetorical taunting, but her eyes were
filled with tears of humiliation and fear, naturally this made no
difference to us.  Ruth carried on anyway.

   "Now I think you owe me one" She sat back and spread her legs wide as I
pushed and pulled Charlotte into a kneeling position between them.  Ruth
grabbed the girl's head between her hands and pulled it forcibly down onto
the thick, black hair covering her pussy.  The girl tried vainly to resist
as I added my hand to the back of her neck and she was at once forced
between Ruth's legs and Ruth started to instruct her in the art of
oral-sex.

   The sight of a dishevelled "school-girl", still in uniform, being forced
to lick the pussy of a much older woman was too erotic for words and I
slipped two of my fingers into my own pussy in excitement.  Then, as I
gazed lustfully at the teenagers bottom poking out from under her pleated
skirt I remembered something I'd forgotten until then.

   I went over to my case and retrieved the riding crop I'd bought for this
weekend.  I flexed the black leather body, walked back to the bed and lined
it up a few inches away from the girl's bottom.

   Ruth lifted her head and smiled as she saw what I was about to do, she
tightened her grip on the unsuspecting youngster's head to stop her
reactions becoming too extreme, then she nodded at me and I drew the crop
back as far as I could, then swung it down.

   It landed on Charlotte's bottom with a resounding, satisfying `crack'
and the girl jolted as if the crop had supplied thousands of volts of
electricity.  From between Ruth's thighs I heard a very muffled shriek of
pain and I could see Ruth's arms trembling as she held the teenager in
place.

   "Wow, she felt that." Ruth panted, "Carry on, honey, it's amazing how it
feels."

   I didn't need to be told twice and started to rain blows on Charlotte's
cute backside which rapidly began to redden with a series of thin red
welts, I even aimed a few blows at the top of her thighs and soon they bore
vivid scarlet witness to the ferocity of my assault.  Almost involuntarily
I started to rub my pussy with my left hand, slipping one finger inside to
play with my clit as I continued to viciously punish our victim.  It was
only a matter of seconds before I came; followed a few seconds later by
Ruth who bucked her crotch hard against Charlotte's screaming mouth.

   My blows began to falter as my orgasm tailed away, simultaneously Ruth
released her grip on the girl's head and pushed her to one side, where she
lay, crying loudly, her face red and tear-stained, her lips and nose sticky
with Ruth's juices.  I stared in sexual satisfaction at the criss-cross of
red welts on Charlotte's buttocks and upper thighs, and gazed in some
wonder at the crop itself; I could see myself using this again in the
future.

   Ruth was staring up at the ceiling, breathing deeply, her eyes closed in
orgasmic serenity which she seemed to take an age to come out of.  In the
meantime I was starting to fasten my strap-on around my waist.  Ruth must
have heard this somehow over Charlotte's anguished sobbing and glancing
contemptuously at her sat up and climbed off the bed and fastened her own
strap-on in position.

   Charlotte's eyes were still shut as I squeezed some lube onto my shaft
and spread it up and down, I offered the tube to Ruth but she shook her
head.  "I think the little one can lube it for me."

   She climbed back onto the bed and lay on her back, the movement made
Charlotte open her eyes and she recoiled in fear as she saw the plastic
phallus attached to Ruth.  Guessing what Ruth had meant, I climbed on the
bed and, grabbing the girl by the shoulders, dragged her so she was
kneeling between Ruth's legs again.

   I put my mouth close to the teenager's ear and whispered.  "Time to suck
cock."

   I pushed her head downwards and she struggled as hard as she could,
begging me to stop etc.  I just laughed at this and kept pushing until all
I could hear was muffled noises mixed with that strange gagging noise
little girl's make when the strap-on hits the back of their throats.

   Ruth now took over holding Charlotte's head in position, her fingers
knotting in her hair, dragging the 13 year old's mouth up and down her
shaft.  Now I moved behind the youngster and, flipping the skirt right up
onto her back, gripped her hips with one hand and guided my lubed strap-on
straight into her pussy.  I pounded in and out of her in a frenzy, my
thighs slapping against hers as I gained maximum penetration.

   The girl screamed, grunted and gagged as I fucked her pussy raw while
Ruth raped her mouth; she screamed louder as I slipped my hands under her
and started to pinch and abuse her breasts.

   Eventually I began to tire, and Ruth sensing this, lifted the girl's
head from its duties and, once I'd pulled out, manoeuvred the girl upwards
and impaled her on the strap-on.

   Charlotte gave a sort of whimpering groan as Ruth gripped her hips and
began to ease her up and down on the phallic shaft and, as she did so she
began to spread the girl's arse-cheeks and winked at me.  I understood
immediately what she was suggesting and, grabbing my tube of lube I began
to feverishly spread the gel on my strap-on before kneeling directly behind
the teenager as Ruth fucked her with rhythmic jerks of her hips.

   I inched forward and pressed the tip of my strap-on against her small,
tight ring; instinctively she tried to squirm free but Ruth threw her arms
around her and held her tightly.  With Charlotte now as pinned and helpless
as a butterfly I started to press my strap-on hard and firmly against her
little rose.  For a second it resisted then my shaft slipped slowly and
steadily into her virgin anus.

   She screamed, a mixture of pain and despair, and thrashed wildly in
Ruth's tight embrace who cruelly mocked her, whispering in her ear.

   "Ah, little girl loves her holes being filled, doesn't she?  Loves being
a fuck-toy for us, doesn't she?  Loves being a good little girl for us,
don't you?" Each word was half grunted, half panted as her body jerked as
she raped the teenager she was holding so tightly and who I was now
pressing down onto her as inch by painful inch I slid my greased phallus as
far as I could inside her.

   When I was fully inside her, when my hips were pressed against
Charlotte's bottom I draped myself on top of her; my breasts crushed
against the thin material of her blouse.  My lips muttering crude abuse
into her ear as she sobbed uncontrollably, her slight teenage body pinned
between the 2 older women.

   We spent the next hour or two raping her pussy, arse and mouth with our
strap-ons and, and when we were nearly exhausted we discarded our strap-ons
and forced her to lick our pussies until our orgasms became almost painful
in their rapidity and frequency.

   We finally dozed off; 2 naked adult women with a crying 13 year old in a
school-girl uniform and her wrists tied behind her lying between them. 
Occasionally throughout the night one of us would wake and continue the
abuse of our totally broken toy; neither of us could get enough of her and
our total domination over her.

   Next morning - our last day with Charlotte - Ruth stripped her naked and
took her to the bathroom for a wash and to use the toilet while I put on a
dressing gown and, taking my strap-on, lube and riding crop with me, went
downstairs to prepare breakfast.  When they came downstairs Charlotte was
naked and her hands were still tied behind her so we spoon-fed her again,
mocking her in her helplessness.

   I'd decided the previous evening that I was going to make Charlotte feel
like a real slave, that she would experience total subservience, so as soon
as breakfast was finished I untied her hands, which caused Ruth to look at
me quizzically.

   "Time to wash up, slut." I ordered Charlotte in a harsh tone, not
inviting any argument and, after a bit of time while she rubbed some life
back into her wrists she dutifully cleared the table and started to wash
the dishes from the previous evening.

   As she started to fill the sink I gazed lustfully at her bottom still
bearing the red welts from the beating I'd inflicted on it the night
before.

   Watching her performing the menial drudgery was strangely arousing and I
wanted to reinforce her misery; I stepped into the harness of my strap-on,
tightened and lubed it and crept soundlessly towards her.

   The first she knew of my presence was when I slipped one arm around her
waist making her yelp and struggle slightly, but I pressed her against the
sink as my hand guided my plastic cock into her pussy (which must have been
sore) and started to fuck her.

   "Keep washing up, I didn't tell you to stop." I panted in her ear as I
continued to thrust in and out, rhythmically pushing her against the sink.

   Looking out of the window I noticed some hikers about ¼ of a mile away
across the valley and gleefully pointed them out to Charlotte.

   "Why don't you scream for them?  They may be able to rescue you." I
taunted her as my thrusts grew more aggressive.  One hand now twisting and
pinching her nipples as she screamed at the top of her voice for a rescue
that was never going to come.  "Oh dear, they didn't hear you." I mocked
her as the hikers vanished over the hill.  I wondered, if they'd close
enough to have seen, what they would have made of the sight of a young
girl's frightened and distressed face at the window, with an older woman
close behind her?

   Ruth had nipped upstairs t get her own strap-on and returned just in
time to take over from me as I had my first orgasm of the day, and she
continued to fuck the girl as our new found drudge continued to wash up as
ordered.

   When both had finished, I grabbed Charlotte and bent her over the
kitchen table, twisted her arm behind her back and gave her a dozen or so
blows with the riding crop on her already abused backside, then I sodomised
her again as she screamed loudly.

   Taking over, Ruth led the sobbing girl to the sofa and forced her to her
knees before sitting down and spread her legs inviting the girl to lick her
pussy, her hand twisted in Charlotte's hair to ensure maximum contact.

   Knowing this was our last day with the teenager we took her back
upstairs to bed and spent the rest of the day indulging our wildest,
uncontrolled fantasies, inflicting worse and worse abuse on the poor girl.

   About 6 o'clock Ruth reminded me that the men were due to collect
Charlotte in about an hour so reluctantly we started to prepare her -
giving her another bath and dressing her in the clothes she'd arrived in
etc.  Even though my pussy was now almost super-sensitive after the fun of
the weekend the sight of the scared, distressed little girl in front of me
made me want to rape her all over again and it took a lot of self-control
to resist the urge, and had to settle for sitting on the sofa and taunting
her about the weekend's fun and games

   A few minutes after 7 there was a knock at the door and Ruth opened it
to let in 2 burly men: they both appeared to be in their 40's and looked
pretty tough and intimidating.  They greeted Ruth like an old friend and
she introduced them to me, one of them was foreign, the other native; both
were unfailingly polite but had an air of barely suppressed violence.  They
seemed to completely look through Charlotte.

   "Well, gentlemen," Ruth began "This is the merchandise." She grandly
waved a hand in the direction of Charlotte who tried to shrink back into
the sofa.

   "Very nice" said the foreigner.  "Did you sample the goods?" he laughed,
clearly knowing of Ruth's tastes.

   "Of course." She replied smoothly.

   The foreign guy turned to the other "We should have given the 2 ladies a
video camera, bet that would have sold."

   The 3 of them laughed, but the idea struck me as rather good.

   "Ok, let's get going." The other guy said and Ruth dragged the clearly
terrified girl to her feet and led her outside trailing in the 2 men's
wake.

   She was outside with them for some time and I was starting to get
worried when she reappeared.  She had a distracted and worried look on her
face.

   I smiled at her "Wow, that was some way to spend the weekend."

   She didn't reply at first, then merely shrugged, which threw me a bit.

   "Are you ok, honey?" I asked genuinely perplexed.

   "Sure, I'm fine." She replied, but I got the impression she was on the
edge of tears.

   "Suzy, I'm going to go back to town tonight if that's ok." She suddenly
announced in a slightly cracked voice.

   "Sure, any reason?"

   "I'm just not feeling too good." She didn't elaborate, but I sensed it
had something to do with the 2 men.

   She packed her stuff fairly quickly, retrieving the discarded
school-uniform for her friend, gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

   "Sorry about dashing off, I'll give you a call soon." And with that she
was gone.

   Feeling a bit non-plussed I poured myself a large glass of wine and
spent the rest of the evening reliving the weekend and pondering on doing
the same in the future; I dozed off on the sofa in front of the fire and
had some very wicked dreams of abductions and abuse.

   The next morning I made sure there were no traces of our depravity left
lying around, and especially that there was no trace of Charlotte; briefly
I wondered what her future was, bleak, I imagined, but felt no emotion
about it at all.

   I drove back to the city and returned the keys to the cottage to the
agency, the girl was there, all smiles and pleasantries.  She was pretty I
had to admit, it was just a shame she was a bit old (in her early 20's) for
my depraved tastes.  A very evil thought came out of nowhere: if she had a
younger sister I'd love to abduct them both together..

   When I got back to my flat I was still troubled by Ruth's strange
behaviour the previous evening, I debated whether to give her a call but
then decided to let her get in touch with me.  A few days later she did and
asked if she could pop round for a chat.

   When she turned up she still seemed subdued but she apologised for her
sudden exit back at the cottage.

   "Look, Suze, I'm sorry about the other night, my sudden going off.  I
was a bit upset."

   "That's ok, hon.  Want to talk about it?"

   "Well, a bit.  You know when I took Charlotte out with those blokes?"

   I nodded.

   "They put her in the car and just as they were about to go I asked what
was going to happen to her?  Just to make sure she wouldn't be blabbing to
anyone about the care-home she'd been in."

   "Seems sensible." I murmured.

   "I was expecting them to say something like she'd be put out for
prostitution or something that meant she'd be basically kept nice and safe
and under supervision."

   "So what is going to happen to her?"

   Ruth stared at the floor for a minute, then looked up and I could see
tears in her eyes.

   "They were going to put her in a snuff movie, some bloke was paying some
astronomic sum to rape a kill a little girl on film."

   I felt my eyes widen and my jaw actually drop.

   "Do you think they were joking?"

   She shook her head.  "No, they weren't.  I phoned one of them yesterday
hoping it was a joke and he said the film had already been made.  She's
dead Suzy." Her voice broke as she said this.

   She stared back at the ground.  "I don't mind abusing the little things,
but murder is too much."

   She stood up.  "So now you know.  I've got to go now." There was a hint
of reproach in her voice; almost as if she was holding me personally
responsible for Charlotte's grisly fate.  "I'll be alright in a while, I'm
just a bit shaken that's all." She smiled at me.  "We must go for a drink
sometime soon."

   She gave me a peck on the cheek and was gone, almost in one movement.

   I sat down in the chair, lost in thought.

   I hadn't told Ruth, but when she'd mentioned the Snuff Movie thing I
felt a tingle in my pussy.  I now saw a path clearly mapped out for me; to
abduct, abuse, rape and kill a girl would be the ultimate in control and
domination.

   I sat in silent thought for ages; very dark thoughts and fantasies
beginning to slowly coalesce in my mind....

   This will be the last part posted ever!  I feel like the interest in the
series have died down and there's no longer any more reason to post
anything further so consider this a good bye present lol.  Thank you to
Jenny S and Emma C my most awesome readers!!

   To all my anonymous Andy's who write, you might as well not bother, an
anon reply is no reply.  So with those bitter but thankful words I give you
this part last part.  As always my email is anna33bukowsky@gmail.com